Not poor any longer, I hope." "Oh, that well! It is exciting, isn't it?
Dad has gone out there to see it, so--Yes, I'll lunch with you and be duly grateful." "Where shall we go ?" Barbara's brows drew together in a frown of consideration, and Gray told himself that she was even more charming when serious than when smiling.

"Wherever we go, we'll be sorry we didn't go somewhere else.
We might try the Professor's place.

He's a Greek scholar--left his university to get rich quick in the oil fields, but failed.

He started a sandwich and pie counter--a good one--and it pays better than a pumper.

But we'd have to sit on high stools and be scowled at if we didn't gobble our food and make room for others.